I am living a fairy tale, actually two fairy tales. How had my wife turned into such a willing participant? Well, let me explain how it started and maybe you will understand how it came to be.It started out as a sequence of unrelated events that had combined and then had spiraled out of control, along with a hard headed royal personality. My wife, Alexis, also wrote this so in some sections you will see narrative in her own words. We had met after a month into the Fall semester while beginning our last two years of the university where I was studying to be a veterinarian and she was working on her master’s degree. She went to undergraduate school in Europe and for two years she had been on her country’s Winter Olympic Biathlon team.She instantly struck me with her beauty – she must have been one of the world’s most beautiful women! She was sitting on a couch with her legs curled under her when I walked in that first time.Just sitting there she exhibited poise, grace and beauty.With a lean, lithe muscular physique with great muscle definition as a result of being a longtime dedicated hard core fitness buff. Yet she was blessed with fantastic womanly curves with perfect specimens of beautiful and large but very firm European upswept perky breasts with small areoles and small nipples.All her pubic hair had been removed by laser treatments except for a small decorative landing patch on her pubic mound.
I became consternated when I looked up and saw my good friends in the announcer booth.When she spoke to me the first time her rich European accent hooked me hard.